Dave, he touches me again, out of the blue when I am thinking of work and what I must do.
Yet the sheer feel of his touch soothes me and makes me feel good.
I turn to him, still sat at my desk, I put the computer on pause as I feel his hand rumple my vest, he standing behind me, one hand cradling my chin, the other into my vest, stroking my chest, feeling his warm breath tease my right cheek as I lift a hand to cover his which is still on my chin, squeezing it so he knows I am wanting of him.
"As long as I am not disturbing your mode" he whispered in that considerate tone of his, I know how you writers become so involved in your subject, all those characters running around in you mind, just waiting to be written about!" he chuckled.
"I dare say they can wait," I replied; " they will still be there after we share, and no doubt with the gratification of you, they will be all the more ready" I continued moving myself around just a bit, enough to take in the scent which turns me on, and he knows it, gently smoothing himself against my face. And his lunch box was already noticeable.
"I love when you do that, Dave - it feels so very good and nice" so he does what I want him to, unzips and then I am indulging in the splendour of his taste, simply wrapping my tongue around that gorgeous plum head; to feel that so very sensuous swelling begin to grow, bulging my cheeks and sending me to heaven, just sucking and tasting so very slow , the so wonderful feel of cock between your lips- so beautifully pungent and flexible as I instinctively lick him down to the core, suck his firm balls and squeeze my thumb and forefinger around his thick girth, feeling the throb inside as I take it into my mouth once more and deep throat him more and more and more.